How To Wear a Goddess Statue

The gladiatorial performance originated in Chisne, and was introduced to Solancia by a king two hundred years ago. Soon after the first gladiatorial arena was built, it quickly became a popular venue for the wealthy and aristocratic businessmen. All the rage.

festival celebrations, entertaining guests, entertaining social…

The gladiatorial arena has become the best stage to show the financial resources and status of all parties, and families that are capable of hosting a gladiatorial show will be more sought after.

However, the nobles just sat and watched, and the **** slaughter was really staged on the scene, it was slaves with no choice, prisoners of war, captured beasts and commoners who volunteered to become gladiators for their livelihood. .

It's like this moment.

The city lord sat high on the VIP table, with exquisite food and drinks in front of him.

There is no skill at all, just try your best and do whatever it takes.

As one side loses, the winner raises the dagger high and pierces the opponent's thigh.

His voice was high, echoing in the empty arena.

The winner raised his hands in response, but his expression was not excited, some were just empty and numb.

There are not many spectators in the arena.

The nobles did not dare to get involved in the disputes within the royal family. They heard that the arena was open today, and they hid at home as if they had not received the news.

Only the city lord and his fans, and the three princesses who were invited to come.

The city lord turned his face, his expression still unfinished, and still only spoke to the caravan owner.

"Big businessman, I heard that you are from the city of Tigbia, you must have never seen such a scene? How do you feel, isn't it fun?"

The businessman had never seen this scene before, so he laughed dryly: "Sir City Lord, aren't you here to discuss cooperation?"

Watching while dining is no more exciting than a fluffy dancer.”

Merchant: "…"

He tried his best to calmly stab the grilled meat with a silver fork, but it took a long time to put it into his mouth.

It's not that the businessman has never seen a killing, the most recent one was a counter-kill led by a princess, but he really hasn't cultivated to the point where he can eat with blood and carnage!

The city lord asked: "Why don't you eat it, the dishes are not to your taste?"

Businessman: "I have a bad appetite lately, huh."

Eleuil did not participate in the conversation. She sat behind the merchant and looked down at the gladiatorial arena, watching another round of fighting unfold among the new gladiators.

Before, the princess had never witnessed the fighting between people and beasts in the arena, because the previous king ordered the restriction of gladiatorial performances when he was on the throne, and opposed the opening of the gladiatorial arena at festivals. Not to mention taking my young daughter out to watch.

His words were—

"Let the blood stain the celebration, is this your piety, and the grand occasion you want the gods to see?"

As soon as the final word was finalized, the arena was silent.

However, when Horst held the power and the gladiatorial performance was released again, although it lost the popularity of several generations ago, it returned to the public eye.

Eleuil retracted her gaze and felt the sight of the city lord passing by again, with obvious malice and eagerness to try, she knew what the other party was planning.

The princess' eyes were cold.

She played with the knife in her hand, and looked up at the city lord silently.

Very weak, with flaws all over her body, the guards behind him are posing as guardians, but they are obviously absent-minded.

But it can't - really kill Horst's son and nephew, is to give him a handle, Eleuil does not want to lower his way of thinking to the same level as the city lord, weigh for a moment , gave up with little regret.

It's okay.

Isn't there a ready-made shortcut right in front of you?

The princess lowered her head and looked calm. She cut through the texture of the food with a knife, and an inexplicable thought appeared in her heart.

Fortunately, Luodus is not here today.

Although Luotas said that her eyes will always be on her, Eleuil does not think that every action will be received by the gods.

What's more, as long as you are not there, some things will not be felt.

Eleuil delivers the food to her mouth.

The honey that smeared the meat was stained on the lips, as transparent as mouth fat, the princess put out a little tongue and licked it, and the corners of her mouth provoked an imperceptible smile.

In fact, there are some things that even if the gods are present, they will not notice. For example, the current Luodus does not see the subtle facial expression of the princess.

Because her spirit is standing behind the princess.

Translucent hands rested on Eleuil's shoulders, Luo Das looked down at the gladiators who were fighting to the death.

One round, two rounds. The victors did not cheer and cheered, and even if the losers did not die on the spot, they were unable to fight again.

Blood seeped into the snow, strands and strands, perhaps already dyeing the fine sand covered under the snow red.

Of course, this arena has not been preserved to future generations. What modern people can see are only the broken walls and fragmentary records of the arena in the city of Acht.

The arena of Guthoran is described in the literature as follows—

"People and animals compete here for the hope of survival, and the blood dyes the sand and gravel bright red."

"Despite the sand being replaced after every major event, the blood still seeped into the ground, and over the years, the dark red has penetrated into the marble, and no amount of hard rubbing can remove it."

Lotus sighed silently.

She was shocked when she read this description at the time, but at this time she was indifferent. If she had any emotions, it was probably... compassion.

The perspective is different after all.

After thinking about this, Luo Das noticed the undisguised coldness around the princess, and couldn't help but start to worry about Eleuil's emotions.

When she came back to her senses, Luo Das himself had to hold his forehead for the "differential treatment" of his perspective, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I always feel that in the human world, Eleuil is the cornerstone for her to retain her perspective as a human being. With the princess as the center and radiation, she can look at the surrounding with a human perspective.

Lotus leaned down and gave the princess a gentle hug from behind.

Of course, the other party didn't notice the touch of the spiritual body, but Luo Das thought it was quite interesting, and couldn't help but evoke a light smile on his pale lips.

Eleuil subconsciously tensed his shoulders and back, and calmly scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, but found nothing wrong.

Illusions?

Not like. Sure enough, the city lord should not be taken lightly because of his unskilled attitude.

It took the city lord an hour to slowly finish his meal, and at this time, three rounds of fighting had already been carried out in the arena.

The snow was still falling, but it couldn't cover the blood stains in the field.

The city lord wiped his hands with a silk scarf and gave the arena steward a look.

The first thing that sounded was a roar.

It is not intense, but the appetite, hunting and wildness of carnivores are vividly conveyed in this low roar.

A black panther walked slowly out of the darkness behind the door, its hind legs were bound by shackles, and the chains extended all the way to the door.

The length of this chain is just right to allow it to move freely on the field, so that the gladiator has no blind spots to avoid, and will not let the beasts pounce on the seats and disturb the audience.

The black panther walked to the center of the field and stomped its front paws slightly, looking a little restless, but it was really hungry, and soon lay down on the front half of the body, licking the remaining snow on the ground blood.

At this time, the city lord put his eyes on the princess and raised his chin proudly.

"Eleuil, right?"

Eleuil turned her head and reminded friendly: "This city lord, you should call me Your Highness."

"Your Highness?" The city lord asked incredulously, "Anyway, you have a correct understanding of your identity. Who are you from His Majesty Horst? They call you a princess, do you really think you are still a late king? when?"

Behind the city lord, a staff member took a deep breath and covered his face, unable to bear to look directly.

He began to regret, why must he follow up today? The city lord is so open-hearted that he never thought about what to do when the princess moves the sword in a rage...

It is true that such an irrational approach may bring trouble to the princess herself, but if the other party ignores this, it will be of no use even if Her Majesty Horst settles accounts afterwards, they are already dead. !

The staff quietly took a step back, thinking about whether to find an excuse to stay away from the right and wrong, and to protect themselves.

The city lord gritted his teeth and glared at Eleuil, and after a second thought, he restrained his temper strangely, and smiled wickedly: "I want me to call you Your Highness, okay, see if the leopard below is not there. —”

"If you can win it, I'll call you a hundred voices."

Eleuil raised an eyebrow.

She leaned back gently on the chair: "Speaking seriously?"

The city lord tried his best to ridicule: "You go down and fight that beast for a round, you won't know."

Merchant: "…"

The merchant picked up the tea bowl and said nothing.

Even Luo Das's look at the city lord became slightly complicated.

These days, there are not many guys who don't look at the occasion.

The last time I saw this kind of big bear child was outside the city of Tigbia. The son of a wealthy businessman wore a flamboyant red hair. The little princess was so frightened that she went home and cried to her parents.

If I remember correctly, he lost his power completely after his father was executed, and I don't know if he is still alive at this moment.

Faced with rare species, Eleuil nodded: "Yes."

The city owner is not sure: "Are you really willing to end?"

Gladiators are not all slaves and powerless commoners. Some warriors from noble backgrounds will also volunteer to participate in gladiatorial fights, in order to gain money and fame, the superiors and even the king's attention, and nobles The eyes of the ladies.

Eleuil got up, put on leather gloves slowly, and smiled at the city lord.

"I am willing to fight with the beast, but you, I don't know if you are willing."

It was too late, the princess jumped over the merchant, and came to the city lord in a blink of an eye, as vigorous as a leopard.

She swept away her long legs, and the city lord fell down with the chair and turned on his back, his legs still pedaling helplessly in the air.

City Lord: "You—"

Eleuil had already picked him up, hung him on the edge of the pavilion, and kicked him.

Accompanied by a loud scream of horror, the city lord was kicked off the Colosseum by this kick.

He landed near the edge of the field and rolled in a circle on the snow.

Black Panther raised his head.

Eleuil stomped on the fence with one leg and smiled softly: "The city lord's proposal is very good, both of the royal family, face to face with the black panther like a warrior, how about it?"

After she finished speaking, she turned over lightly and jumped over the fence, her long hair **** and fluttering in the air.

The author has something to say:

Black Panther: The panther is standing on the field, the meat comes from the sky (no)

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Thanks to the little cutie for throwing mine, compare your heart!

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